Ten Talk Lyrics

Ten Talk - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]

Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)

I just got off the phone with DDawg (Not gonna say)

Ayy, you keep bein' stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Man, I know that shit, nigga

Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though

I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high

Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga

I wouldn't give a fuck about what you think, bitch

[Refrain]

I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up

They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home

Fresh up outta cell block, can fill up arena

I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown

[Verse 1]

I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignorant shit

Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it

Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich

And I'm so caught up in my ways I tint out all that shit

Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"

I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am

Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam

So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'

Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin'

You start this shit on Dump and end it with the tool blowin'

Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it

Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled

Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga?

I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga

Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga

Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga (Uh, mm)[Chorus]

How you get them cars and all that jewelry, nigga? I don't know

How you spent that money and still got millions, nigga? I don't know

How I got all them bitches and don't want one, nigga? I don't know

Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

[Interlude]

(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?)

Nigga, I don't know

(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)

Nigga, I don't know

(Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know)

Nigga, I don't know

(ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah)

[Verse 2]

Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow

Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come say somethin', what you on, foe?

Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope

I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho

Why them bitches don't want nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know

I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for

This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on

But on the other end, I don't get nothin' unless I get one-fifty a show

[Chorus]

How you get them cars and all that jewelry, nigga? I don't know

How you spent that money and still got millions, nigga? I don't know

How I got all them bitches and don't want one, nigga? I don't know

Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow[Refrain]

I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up

They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home

Fresh up outta cell block, can fill up arena

I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown

[Outro]

Savage nigga, I don't know

Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know

Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know

Fuckin' with, that's your ho